Wildfire: …What’s this game talking about? None of these are dates. Unless I’m supposed to eat them up.

This is a date.

Wildfire: Whatever. Somebody wants to see me pick Chase, so I guess I’ll eat him up.

Wildfire: No.

Wildfire: So, Chase uses the onion like a doll and asks me out through it. Ahaha! Idiot.

Wildfire: No, I agreed because I can’t say ‘no.’

Wildfire: This supposed to be my house? I would so not put a tree in the corner of the room. It just looks stupid.

Wildfire: Speaking of stupid…you’re off to a great start, Chase. You’ve really floored me with those oranges there. You think I can’t pick them myself or something? And what’s with the doll? Do you see me wearing pigtails?

Wildfire: It’s the late afternoon. Gee, can’t you tell time?

Wildfire: Oh, wow, really?

Wildfire: Of course not. We’re in some half-Earth place, right?

Wildfire: You know, this is so not my house. You want to know why? Because I wouldn’t have pink slippers on that wall…thing. Whatever that is in the bottom left corner. And I’m only pointing that out because the slippers are more interesting that whatever you’re babbling about, Chase.

Wildfire: I don’t like any of these choices. Guess I’ll ask if he was serious about huntin’ down a bear, even though I’m pretty sure he was.

Wildfire: Yep. No surprise there.

Wildfire: I don’t know how to tell you this, Chase, but I come from Virgo Island, too. Remember? All right, let’s jump ahead.

Wildfire: So, we’re walking in the woods, and he wants to know if there’s anything he should know about my country. I come from Virgo Island, Chase. I literally told you that five seconds ago. Anyway, goin’ with “What you see is what you get.”